The sunsets would peak through my window every afternoon at around 6 and linger there to warm up my carpet. My sister and I would sit there until it was time for dinner when our family would gather in the kitchen and talk about our days. I live at the bottom of a culdesac where hardly any car ever drives to, which is always good every Halloween because then there's lots of leftover candy. The neighborhood is usually quiet unless it's Bunko night and the constant dinging of bells and middle aged women's giggles can be heard all throughout every street. Life is slow and uneventful in the suburbs of Marietta, but finding people to make life more exciting is never hard. If you end up in Hiram on a Friday night or the Electric Cowboy on Barrett Parkway, everyone knows about it the next day. My boyfriend and I would go to the skating rink then head into town to get some late night quesadillas. I can still get quesadillas at midnight now that I'm living on campus, but the taste isn't the same. I've grown to miss the dinging and giggles and smell of the neighbor's freshly cut grass on Saturday mornings, but I know my transition to independence will be good for me.